COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
The barista handed me a Flat White, the receipt marked ‘Julie’ instead of ‘Julia’. I headed to a cosy spot at the back where sunlight
The rain bounced off the pavement and dripped off my hood. At least I was wearing a hood. A coat. Clothes. My mother was in a
“Say, CHEESE!” I bared my teeth to show my daughter how to do it because she was clearly not getting the concept of smiling on
When I was five, it was just Daddy and me. He didn’t walk in the door with bags of sweets anymore. He had to pick
Salty sea air. As soon as the scent hits my nostrils, I’m jolted back to the days of high-pitched giggles, knotted sandy blonde hair, smooth
We ventured all over the village, leaving traces of her everywhere. She had left a mark on Sarah and me, but she was too young
